How Blackbeard Died

In her first life, she died a virgin. In her second life, she became a villainess who was exiled to the border of the Kingdom with her newborn baby, based on a romantic novel that she had briefly read in her first life. She is grateful that her dream to become a mother of an adorable baby has come true, instead of dying a virgin! BUT when she thought she just needed to be exiled and live peacefully with her baby, she and her baby were brutally murdered by an unexpected person. Either destiny or a curse, the universe brings her back to life as Fuschia Mountravven, Crown Princess of the Drachentia Kingdom again! She is still stuck inside the world of a novel! "I don't care about revenge! I want my baby again, so, how do I get pregnant?! Who is the father of my baby, huh?! ”

My son accidentally burns my husband's first love's hand. My husband cruelly breaks my son's hand to teach him a lesson. He's in so much pain that he can't see straight and falls into a lake. Blood dyes the water red. I hold him close as I sob and call my husband, pleading for help. My husband doesn't care, though. "It's just a broken hand—he'll be fine once it's set in a cast. He'll only do worse things in the future if he's not taught a lesson now!" Later, my son drowns in the lake because he's not rescued in time. My husband loses his mind when he sees his body. "How could he have died when he only had a broken hand?"

My mother-in-law, Eleanor, was having a heart attack, and my husband, Ben Dover—a heart surgeon—was the only one who could save her. Did I call him? Nope. I just stood there, watching her gasp like a fish out of water. In my last life, I'd begged Ben to come save her. He brushed me off, accusing me of interrupting his time with his mistress, Ima Schit. No matter how much I pleaded, he wouldn't come. Eleanor had died in the hospital. And when Johnny, my father-in-law, demanded answers, Ben flipped the script, saying I'd never even called. He made Eleanor's death my fault. Johnny, blinded by grief and fury, killed me. But plot twist—I woke up. Right back to the day this circus started.

“Her fate had been sealed on a poker table when her husband traded her off and lost her to a man who was ruthless. Aslan Parker would get anything he wanted by hook or crook. He robbed everything from Elena. The fate smirked when he fell for her. But could Elena forget everything?” Present The woman was scared. The man was smirking. He was not a man, but a beast. He was destroying her like a monster. Everything good in him had died the day that bullet was shot at him. The whip cut the air and….. They say when you lose everything, you find yourself. It was true, only until you are not caught. She lost everything but won herself, but how long? He has the cage ready when all she want is to fly. Is there anyone else for her? What does fate hold for them?

She died early and went to heaven. Her first wish was to live more in one place, her second wish was to fall in love and her third wish was to die a natural death. She gets to live in three different eras, she gets to fall in love with two guys and she dies at the age of 22 in every era. But she is stubborn to fulfil her wishes her own way...will she be able to go against the orders of the almighty? ................................................................................................. "Who are you?", I asked. "How can you be so dumb", he replied. "Nice name but a bit long for my liking", that was me. And all I got was an angry look. "What! You could have just answered my question without any stupid remarks.", I have no idea from where this audacity came in me. His eyes were red and at that moment I knew he is from some higher order family who have no habit of listening to comebacks. "It's not tough to see how dumb you are to treat the animal before even looking for the rider.", he said with so much arrogance that even the horse made a sound which clearly meant 'I WANT TO PUNCH HIM'. "If a rider doesn't know how to ride without getting hurt, I guess it's more worth saving the horse. It can at least have a master who knows how to ride properly and be productive.", I said with a smirk. "You clearly don't know who I am or else you would have not just saved me first but also would have shown respect.", he shouted at me. What an arrogant jerk! At that moment I knew we hate each other, but fate had some other plans for us!

Blurb "Jace, no," I whimpered softly knowing it was what I was supposed to say but my heart wasn't so sure. It felt good. So good to be wrong. Yet it was. His voice, too deep for a teenager and his words, so sweet and convincing that all I could feel was how right he was. "Oh Sweetness! What is so wrong about this? I know you want me as much as I want you. How can it be wrong?" he cooed as his thumb stroked me once more. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. I wanted more. How was it possible to want something I could never have so bad? "See how wet you are for me?" he whispered in my ear. "You are my brother!" ★★★ A highschool junior nerd, a senior playboy and a forbidden romance. Tess Prescott is used to being her father's only child after her mother died when she was five years old. Eleven years later, her father decides to marry again. Tess not only has to adjust to having a mother figure in her life again but also having a brother. Jace is not the typical stepbrother who just wants to be grumpy and rude to his stepfather and stepsister. He is hot, charming and a playboy, every quality that Tess has always walked away from. Even she finds herself pulled towards his nature and his advances towards her awaken something she had never considered before. This time should be easier to shut them off because Jace is her stepbrother but all it takes is one night in the house alone and she can never look at him like her brother again.

I was born a liar. That was the label my mother gave me. In the Dark Moon Pack, every pup carries a Lunar Mark on their wrist. Green means truth. Red means liar. My twin sister Maya slashed Mommy's ceremonial dress with a blade and blamed the pack hounds. Her wrist stayed soft and green. My mark went crimson when I said I was cold. "Mommy, I'm telling the truth. Please believe me." Elena would crouch down, look me in the eye, and say the same thing every time. "The Goddess's mark is absolute, Selena. Your own heart betrays you." She never touched me. She just looked at my wrist with disgust. No matter how honest I tried to be, my heart would race when I was scared. And every time my pulse spiked, the mark turned red. I lied when I said I was hungry. I lied when I said I loved her. I lied when I cried. After enough years, I stopped fighting back. I started to believe her. Maybe I really was broken. Maybe I was just born wrong. The night I died, I wrote one last line in my Penance Journal. "Mommy, help me. It hurts. Please — just believe me once." She never saw it. She had already locked the door and walked away. I'm sorry, Mommy. I died still trying to get it right. In my next life — will you hold me?

Drugs disappeared during one of our family’s deals—and everyone knew it was my stepsister, Emily’s fault. Now, our rivals demanded someone be sent to them, held captive until the debt was repaid. My fiancé, my family—they all agreed it should be me. “Emily already got hurt in the mission. You are stronger. You can handle it while we figure things out.” I knew this moment was coming. And so I signed my name. In five days, I’d be sent away. And I have decided that no matter what happened—whether I lived or died—I was done with my family and my fiancé. In those last days, I gave everything I owned away. The casino? To my stepsister, who had always eyed it with envy. My checking account? To my father, who never missed a chance to remind me how useless I was. The engagement ring? Back to the man who’d been fake as hell. They didn’t notice anything off. They just smiled, pleased with how thoughtful I’d suddenly become. When they realized I was gone for good—and that their fragile Emily was their undoing—would they still smile like that? Would they still look so content?

On the eve of our wedding, Ellis Stewart threw a tantrum and hurled the wedding ring I had given her. I spent the entire night searching through the icy lake until my numb fingers finally closed around it. When I went to return the ring to her, I overheard her speaking with a close friend. “How many times have you toyed with Jonathan already? “It’s been three years since Gregory’s passing, and you still can’t forget him?” “If Jonathan hadn’t clung to me three years ago, begging me to pick him up, how could Gregory have died in that car accident?” Ellis replied coldly. “He’s the one who killed Gregory. Everything that happened was nothing but his own doing.” My knuckles whitened around the ring, and for an instant, it felt as though all the blood in my body had turned cold. So Ellis had never loved me at all. My unwavering devotion had been nothing more than a crucial piece of her revenge. In silence, I let the ring fall from my hand. Then I pulled out my phone. “Dad, Mom, I’ve figured things out. I agree to the marriage you’ve arranged. Let the wedding be in three days.”

Marcus Webb didn't believe in ghosts. It was not until he woke up in Prometheus House with no memory of how he got there and met the devastatingly beautiful man who claims to be his roommate. Silas Ashford is perfect. Too perfect. He doesn't eat, doesn't sleep, and casts no reflection in mirrors. When Marcus discovers a photograph from 1924 showing Silas standing beside a man who looks exactly like him, the truth becomes impossible to deny. Silas is a ghost, bound to the facility for a hundred years, waiting for someone he can't remember. Marcus is a tech billionaire who died six months ago in a car accident, his body in a coma, his soul trapped in the between. They were lovers in a past life. Michael and Silas, 1924. They died in a fire trying to escape an abusive sanatorium. Michael survived long enough to reincarnate. Silas has been waiting ever since. Now, the facility's sinister director, a reaper who feeds on trapped souls will do anything to keep them apart. The building is collapsing, and time is running out. Marcus must choose: wake up and live, forgetting Silas forever, or stay and risk losing everything. To free Silas, Marcus will have to destroy the anchors binding him to this world, confront the creature born from their shared tragedy, and burn Prometheus House to the ground a second time. Some love stories survive death. He's not real, But he's mine, and I'll set the world on fire to keep him.